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Friday, December 21, 2012

Ticket to Love

Lyncee Shillard

The weight of Sara's death,
hung like a shawl around Isabella's shoulders. The brakes squealed. They had
arrived in St. Louis. Reaching for her small cardboard suitcase, she exited the
train. A Union Pacific train waited on the other side of the wooden platform.
It would take her to Twin Forks, Colorado, to a man expecting a tall woman with
a million freckles and wild curly red hair. One who knew of ranch living. One
who would be his wife.

She shook her head. How
could she have been so crazy to think this would work?